Musk at Dusk

“Musk at Dusk”
By Wanton Vixxxen



The scent of lust
carried through your touch
It speaks of urges felt
Hot breath against the pulse in My neck
raising My heat as you lick...

The instinctive moisture weeps from This woman’s pelt.

An animal’s growl
of human tone guttural
that foretells of a male’s desire
The female responds with equal need
Clawing with paws of ten painted passions...

Increasing the rage of this jungle’s uncontrolled fire.

The day’s light just dimmed;
casting voyeurs of purples and blues
upon the lair we know as our bed
Our air borne musk of mating taken
with your strength of an animal’s roar...

In all you have eaten - and in all that you’ve fed.


This pair of lions immersed in lust
have once more been satiated; spent
With quenched finality; still intensely sublime
We curl, like cats nuzzling; nipping until
growls of another hunger are heard...


We look upon each other and smile - it is now our other dinnertime.